Wednesday, May 25, 2011

отдыхать!



















 



That's not me in the corner, losing my dealt hand.

Can't recall & not because I've had a ball in between right-clicking & now but I believe this was a Cold War directive to chill out, a happy worker being a slacker worker at least until the vodka harvest needs to come in & then said worker can drown all the stuff he/she/it thought about whilst slacking, a beautiful prospect.


Check out my collection of rare lints

Implied segue into belly button ogling, not a bad thing worthy of a Chuck Barris gong, some venture its due to the seasonal downturn inherent in (another stupid) summer, you heat-loving deviants know who you are, though the effort of carefully placing a linky smorgasbord on the electric page, 'tis traitorous to said slack, though gazing remains venerated.

Though I warn all ye sinners, the way to Seriousness® is a left hand path.

Everyone join in a vigorous alleluia.

Be joyful, for 99 and 44/100% of my cranial gunk's dumped in the black notebook because embarrassing the self is even more embarrassing in public.


Angel's looking a bit morbid

Ever backward, youthful discretions of a sonic bent bent cochleae in a bloody happy way, but lo, going forward, what horrible attempts crush the design. Messy, unfocused, & worst, powerless, melding of metal & influences extérieures, a Roots for the twenty-first century, Illud is a dud.

Spin the ancient disks, devilish grasshopper, & relax.


This is the end, my friend

Of this post. I'm under strict orders to отдыхать.

13 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I tried a serious post yesterday. I knew it wouldn't be popular. I have another one that wants to get out. I thought to myself, why not put that one up, too, and get it all over with the same day?

But it was too much work.
~

Randal Graves said...

I find myself disconnected from crap, not in some weirdo guru-ness way because I'm dumber than a sack of doorknobs, but because that shit bores me, so by the time I get around to see what's going on, someone's already at least approximated what my sentiments on said goings on, and with a better grasp of the English language.

Plus, as you said, there's that whole too-much-work gig.

BDR said...

Bmpthnx!

I try to use the blogdaysofsummer to post whateverthefuckIwant but never seem quite able to do so.

As for why I keep trying, pinglust is part but not nearly the whole.

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

If you've got any of that lint that smells a bit like Emmentaler I'll buy a couple grams of it.

Mary Ellen/Nunly said...

Didn't write a post today...which makes me a bigger slacker than you. So there.

Randal Graves said...

BDR, tell myself the same thing (re: summer) and never do. I might just dump trying since all the shittiest posts get the hits and go bad verse/death metal full time.

Wait, I've got the solution: liveblogging Euro qualifiers.

karl, don't be so cheesy.

nunly, yeah, well, did you do any work today, home or away? Yes? Then your clumsy attempt at usurpation has failed miserably.

Mary Ellen/Nunly said...

The only thing I did today was load the dishwasher with the glass I used for breakfast. I didn't even bother with real food...just a protein drink. That about sums it us...so I still win.

When I decide it's a day to slack, I bring slack to a whole new level. If my husband thinks he's getting anything more than a delivered pizza for dinner, he's sadly mistaken. He can eat it out of the box, I'm not doing dishes.

Tom Harper said...

Редкие живота нибудь вкусненькое. Да.

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

That's all.

Regards,

Tengrain

Beach Bum said...

I have largely given up on serious posts since the political blogs have gotten so shrill that even the left-wing stuff is starting to sound like the right-wingnuts.

When the urge to do something serious does hit I try and take a nap and hope the feeling has passed when I wake up.

Demeur said...

Well then just throw on some of your ear splitting tunes and Shake your Spear at it.

Surely you have a few words of wisdom left in that gooey gray matter.

And I know don't call you surely.

S.W. Anderson said...

Heat-loving deviant here, at your service. Dumping cranial gunk is a sure sign you're way overdoing the volume on that metal music, Randal. Must be hard on the shag carpet, too. ;)

Randal Graves said...

nunly, oh yeah? I didn't even eat, in fact, I didn't even go to work, it's all doughenningism.

tom, Я считаю, что я мог бы продать его на Ebay.

tengrain, don't try & upstage me, whipper snapper.

BB, dums and goopers, they're all full of shit. At least the Roddenberrians, for example, worship something interesting.

demeur, do you like movies about gladiators?

SWA, could you speak up, please?